I want to run away. again.
Sit in a airport corner waiting for my flight.
Sipping coffee and hoping to get something stronger in it.
wear my best outfit and feel better than I do.
Put those earrings on, small and black,
dark smooth boots and bag full of books I like.
Listen to Hilary Duff's Come Clean
I close my eyes and hold my tears.
"Waiting feels so perfect"..
Where did I let myself go?
Where did I lost my I?
Was it the wrong train I jumped in?
Or was it meant to be?
I want to run away again.
Sit in a airport corner waiting for the buss to take me away
to the new city I may adore.
To the new beginning I may hate
Lie to myself than I love it..
Homesick for feeling I call home
Grows stronger each day by day.
Is this the train which takes me home?
If not, I may n't follow.
//CherryLauma
